When I'm feeling low, the familiar obsessions start to flow
Discomfort in every inch of my body I loathe every aspect of it.
My stomach is huge, my thighs too wide I'm fat and disgusting No matter how hard I try. I have no control I'm a lazy slob I used to be accomplished Now I'm a blob.
No idea who I am No idea what to do All that I ever want Is truly just to lose I want to be thinner I want to lose weight I want to be fit No more body hate There's a magical number That will make things okay I'm way above that Scared to see what I weigh
Others would say I don't see the real me My body is "great" I'm fit and pretty
This used to be How I thought every day I'm grateful it's lessened But some thoughts seem to stay.
These thoughts are just thoughts I can survive this blow Look toward better days When more helpful thoughts flow